Hogwarts: Starting with full Unforgivable Curses

Chapter 106: Going home for summer vacation, trace magic? It doesn't exist~

Dylan was still waiting for Old Dumbledore to give Neville ten points.

The result seemed to be that because he was given an extra 60 points, Gryffindor's scores directly crushed the other three houses.

So Old Dumbledore didn't even call Neville's name, and announced -

"The scores have changed! Gryffindor has won the House Cup!"

Dumbledore raised his hands high.

Amid the enthusiastic and boiling cheers of the little lions of Gryffindor, Dumbledore's voice rang out again.

"So, the decoration here also needs to be changed!"

Dumbledore clapped his hands lightly, and in an instant, the hall, which was originally filled with silver-green tones, quickly faded its original color and was replaced by a rich golden red.

At the same time, the green flag hanging high in the air was changed into bright red in the blink of an eye.

The huge green snake banner that was originally coiled behind the teacher's seat also transformed into a banner of a lion with its head held high and roaring at this moment.

As the overall color tone of the hall changed, almost all the Gryffindor students' cheeks flushed with excitement.

The cheers surged again, one wave higher than the other, as if they were about to break through the dome of the auditorium.

Many lions seemed to be ignited with passion. They stood up from their seats, waved their arms, and threw their hats into the air.

Then they surrounded Dylan, Harry and the others and celebrated this glorious moment to their heart's content.

Hufflepuff reacted the fastest, gathered aside, and cheered along with the group of little lions.

The Ravenclaws paused, and when they saw Professor Flitwick clapping, they also clapped their hands slowly.

Only the Slytherins had rather ugly expressions.

No one made a sound, and no one applauded for Gryffindor.

Wait until the specific transcript is released.

Neville was the first to breathe a sigh of relief.

He looked at Dylan and said, "It's a good thing I had you to help me this school year, otherwise I was really worried that I wouldn't be able to pass."

Dylan smiled and said, "How could that be? In fact, based on your usual performance, it's more than enough to just pass the exam."

He took a look at Neville's report card. Although not every grade was excellent, it was at least acceptable.

——Especially in the Herbal Medicine section, I got the highest grade of Outstanding (O).

The others are basically E (good) or A (qualified).

"Whaaaaaaah!"

At this time, Ron pinched his report card and held it in his arms.

Dylan, Neville and the others looked at him, only to see a somewhat smug expression on his face.

"All passed! Cleared it in one try! Easily won! As expected of me~!"

Ron chuckled non-stop and Hermione rolled her eyes.

"Even Neville has an O, and you have all As. What's there to be happy about?"

Ron glared: "Hey! What are you talking about? There's an E in it too!"

Hermione curled her lips, while Ron snorted and looked at Harry.

"How about you, Harry?"

Harry had a relaxed expression on his face as he put the report card away safely.

"Not bad." He also smiled.

He was very happy that he passed all the examinations without failing a single subject.

In this way, Hogwarts shouldn't kick him back to his aunt's house again, right?

He really didn't want to go home.

At school, he likes both his classmates and professors very much. He wants to be with everyone and grow up here.

——Except the Slytherin students and professors, and that ugly Voldemort.

Harry thought about it and added in his mind, "I almost forgot about Filch. If he didn't chase me around at night, I'd still like to have a... meet-and-greet relationship with him."

"Hermione, how are you and Dylan's grades?"

Harry sat on the sofa in the Gryffindor common room and looked across at the two people.

Hermione also opened her report card and glanced down, her eyes suddenly widening.

"Hey, I'm actually number one!"

Ron curled his lips and couldn't help but say, "It's just because you got full marks and Dylan also got full marks."

"And you, Miss Granger, your initials come before Hawkwood's, which is why Dylan suffers from the disadvantage of having a name!"

"Actually, even though you all got full marks, I think Dylan should be the first place!"

Ron muttered, "Just one letter difference, and I'm actually falling behind. What a fool of professors! Don't they know who should be in the first place?"

"(`^)You don't need to say anything more! A guy who just barely passed the test!" Hermione snorted.

Ron's mouth still deserves a beating!
——I really want to slap this guy!

Hermione took a deep breath and clenched her fists.

No, Granger, you're a lady, remember that!
Ron also noticed Hermione clenching her fists, and immediately shut his mouth and shrank back towards Harry.

"Hey! Just talk, don't use violence!"

"Tsk! I won't fight with someone as tasteless as you!"

Hermione turned her head and looked at Dylan. Her expression changed slightly. She pursed her lips and asked in a low voice, "Are you unhappy that I'm ranked higher than you?"

Dylan laughed. "Why should I be unhappy about this? On the contrary, I should congratulate you."

Hermione blinked. "Although we both got full marks, I also know that you really deserved first place—"

At this point, Hermione glared at Ron again, and then continued, "But I ranked above you, why are you still congratulating me?"

Dylan waved his hand, folded the transcript casually, and threw it into the inventory of the system panel. He took out another notice and signed it casually.

"Grades are merely a temporary measure of progress, not a permanent yardstick for defining our worth. Since you've already said so, you think I should be number one."

"This shows that my efforts and progress are obvious to everyone, so I don't think it's necessary to focus on a report card, right?"

After Dylan signed, he smiled at Hermione and said, "No matter who takes first place, it's something worth congratulating."

Hermione listened to Dylan's words with a slightly stunned expression.

After a moment, she collected her thoughts and took out the notice.

This time, it was her turn to mutter under her breath.

"We're obviously the same age, but how did they come up with so many thought-provoking things?"

Hermione also signed her name on the notice, and then couldn't help but look up at Dylan: "I think you really could write a book sometimes! A lot of what you said makes sense to me."

Dylan raised an eyebrow and laughed, "That's a good suggestion. I'll consider it."

Ron's eyes widened. "Dylan, are you really going to write a book? My goodness, Merlin! Will anyone buy a book written by a ten-year-old?"

Dylan glanced at him and said, "You're already eleven years old, okay?"

Hermione glared at Ron again: "Dylan has that ability!"

Ron choked and shrank back to Harry, mumbling, "I didn't say he didn't have one..."

Harry placed Ron's notice in front of him.

"Okay Ron, sign this. The professor said that each of us must sign our own name."

Ron nodded, took the notice in his hand, and glanced it up and down.

"I don't understand why we can't use magic even at home. This is our vacation!"

After Harry signed, Ron took the pen from his hand and continued to grumble as he signed.

"Will Muggles see us using magic in our own home? I think it's totally unnecessary!"

After signing, Dylan held the notice and flipped it over.

He could feel that this was not just an ordinary notice, on the contrary, there was a kind of magic in it.

——And the moment he signed, the magic took effect.

"Is it Trace?"

Dylan could clearly feel that when he signed, a contract magic took effect, and at the same time, an additional power was added to his body.

However, this power was not aggressive, but was like an invisible net that connected him to something outside.

"An automatic recording spell? I don't know if my undetectable magic will be of any use to this thing."

Dylan thought about it for a moment, but didn't care too much about it.

Tracer magic is a means of monitoring underage wizards used by the Ministry of Magic. Similar to a magic tracker, it can react to the magic cast by underage wizards and record it in the Ministry of Magic.

However, this magic cannot directly identify the user of the magic, so the Ministry of Magic can only determine the time and place where the magic is used.

So Dylan felt that his magic shield should still be useful.

Even if it didn't work, it didn't matter. He didn't need to use magic to get home, and using magic in a place where wizards gathered wouldn't have any effect.

Even if we take a step back and say that when he uses magic, the worst that can happen is that he can just cast the Unforgivable Curse or powerful black magic.

Who would have thought that a little wizard like him would use such a spell?
"I heard from my family that the magic on this notice will become ineffective when we turn seventeen. Before that, we cannot use magic in places other than the academy and large wizard gathering places."

After Ron signed his name, he looked up at everyone.

Harry didn't care: "Anyway, as long as we can go to school again."

Ron blinked, then nodded: "That's right."

A few people chatted for a while.

After a while, Percy walked in.

"Everyone, follow me and set off. Mr. Hagrid is waiting for us."

After hearing Percy's words, the little lions of Gryffindor picked up their luggage and left the common room.

Everyone followed Percy and after leaving Hogwarts, they ran into Hagrid.

Dylan stood in the crowd and met Hagrid's gaze for a moment, then they each looked away.

His mother sent him a letter these two days, which basically asked him to go home for the summer vacation.

Dylan naturally told Hagrid the news.

Hagrid was heartbroken when he learned that he might not see Beta again during the summer vacation.

However, Dylan thoughtfully provided him with a mailing service.

——During the summer vacation, toys, food, etc. that need to be given to Beta can be mailed directly to his home.

Hagrid was very happy about this.

——Although I can’t see Beta, I can let Beta feel my feelings for it, which is also a good thing.

Hagrid led a group of young wizards to Hogsmeade Station and boarded the Hogwarts Express.

Before parting, Dylan sat by the car window and waved to Hagrid, indicating that he should not forget to mail the things over.

——He will give Hagrid the specific address when he returns.

Sitting in the box, Dylan took out the coat that was beautified with a spare wizard robe and put it on, replacing the original wizard robe.

——There is still plenty of cold air in the car.

The wheels collided with the rails, making a rhythmic sound, and the scenery outside the window was rapidly moving backwards.

At first, there are large areas of lush ancient forests, and looking further away, you can catch glimpses of deep valleys.

As the train continues to move forward, these fantastic scenes gradually fade away.

Instead, what comes into view is an increasingly orderly town.

There was plenty of time on the way, enough for Dylan to read half a book.

Until the train stops.

Dylan looked out the window at the platform. He couldn't help but close the book and then stretched.

"Got home."

After walking out of the station with his few belongings - a backpack, Dylan saw his parents waiting for him at the station entrance.

"baby--!"

When Maeve saw her son, she rushed over excitedly.

Hearing this familiar and kind voice, Dylan couldn't help but smile.

He looked at his parents walking over and quickly walked over to them.

Maeve came to Dylan and looked at her son. Her eyes suddenly became moist. Her eyes were eager and gentle. She looked Dylan up and down carefully.

"My baby, you are finally back. If I didn't know you, I would have thought you didn't want your mother anymore!"

Dylan's mouth twitched.

I don’t know who didn’t let him go home during Christmas!

It's Christmas!

What is Christmas? For them, it is a festival that can be equated with the Spring Festival!
Even after all this, he was not allowed to come back. Who doesn't want whom?
Maeve seemed to have no intention of letting Dylan answer. She gently placed her hands on Dylan's shoulders, turned left and right, and then raised her hands to touch Dylan's cheek.

"Let mom take a good look at your small body... and that cute little piece of flesh on your face. How come it's gone? You've lost so much weight. Didn't you eat well at school?"

"No, Mom, I've only grown up a little. I've lost my baby fat a long time ago." Dylan said helplessly, "I usually eat a lot for three meals a day."

Hubert also had a gentle smile on his face at this time. Looking at his son, he couldn't help but patted Dylan on the back: "It seems that you have grown taller again. Judging from this posture, in a few years, you will definitely be taller than me!"

Dylan smiled and said, "Even if I didn't, I would use magic to grow taller."

Hubert was stunned, and then burst into laughter.

"Dad will buy you lots of nutritious food. Even without that magical power, you will definitely be able to grow taller on your own!"

Maeve stood up and was about to take away the luggage that Dylan brought, but she found that her son was only carrying a small backpack and nothing else. She couldn't help but blink.

"Baby, didn't you take your luggage?"

Dylan shook his head. "Yes, but it's in my pocket."

Maeve and the Huberts all looked at Dylan's pockets for a long time.

When Dylan wrote to them, he also talked about the magic of the magic space pocket.

What kind of spell was cast on it that could make the space inside a small pocket become dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of times larger.

But this was the first time they had seen it with their own eyes.

“It feels like a normal pocket.”

Dylan smiled.

——Nonsense, it’s just an ordinary pocket.

He has a system inventory that can hold anything, so why would he need a space pocket?
When you get it back, put it in the inventory.

"Come on, let's go home."

Unable to help her son carry his luggage, Maeve took Dylan's hand and walked towards the parking lot outside the station.

The warm summer sun shines on my body, and the breeze blows gently, bringing with it the unique scent of London.

The family of three was talking and laughing, and soon they came to a shiny luxury car.

Dylan raised his eyebrows subconsciously.

Oh, it’s still a Bentley!

This young couple is considered wealthy and they know how to buy a nice car and enjoy themselves.

——However, why didn’t you mention something like buying a car in the letters you sent him?
"That's not right. They usually don't send me letters." Dylan's face darkened.

Hubert looked at Dylan's expression and thought he was shocked. He chuckled with a bit of pride on his face.

"Son, how about it, are you surprised?"

Dylan glanced at him sideways, and said with a smile, "That's quite a surprise."

"Hahaha! I heard from you, son, that the Bentley brand has great potential, so I invested some of my earnings."

"Although I became a very small shareholder, the company also directly provided me with a car. I didn't spend a penny!"

Hubert winked at Dylan. "Although I didn't get your consent, this is the first time your father has made an investment decision on his own, so I guess I didn't lose money!"

Dylan chuckled.

He did not let his father invest in Bentley's company - because he felt that others would not look down on his father's money.

Who would have thought that his father would remain silent and become a shareholder of Bentley?
"It seems like they made a lot of money under my guidance, but this is all I got?"

Dylan narrowed his eyes.

He plans to take advantage of this summer vacation to help his father check the accounts.

"Hurry up and get in the car, son! Let daddy take you for a ride!"

Hubert opened the car door for his wife and son, and after they got in, he walked around to the driver's seat.

Dylan sat in the back seat, and his mother sat in the passenger seat.

He looked at the smiling faces of his parents, who looked as if they were ten years younger, and couldn't help but pause.

"It seems that having money really makes people more cheerful."

Dylan curled his lips and shook his head secretly: "Forget it, they are already old, as long as they are happy."

Dad still has some strength.

Although this year he basically spent the whole time advising his parents on how to invest.

But I am also worried that my parents won’t be able to grasp the right balance, resulting in too large an investment amount and losing everything.

So he just asked his parents to buy lottery tickets while investing in some big companies that were sure to make money, as well as some small companies that were a bit risky.

Now his father has made some achievements based on his existing experience, which is indeed quite good.

(End of this chapter)